Il pane del mattino

Aldo would arrive at the bakery at four in the morning. While the city slept still, he would light the oven and would begin to to knead.

For three years had the habit of putting one loaf in extra on the windowsill. Every morning, before he opening the shop to customers, it would set there without saying anything to anyone.

He had never had never seen who it took it. He knew only that every day the bread would disappear within the first first two hours of the morning.

One day in winter, someone has left a note on the windowsill in place of the bread. It read: "I have found work. Thank you."

Aldo has read the note two times, then it has folded with care and put in the drawer next to the register. The day after he put back the bread on the windowsill.

Over the years years, in the drawer there accumulated have accumulated other notes: "I have had a daughter.", "I have married.", "I am going back to my my home town." Every note was written with the same handwriting uncertain.

Aldo has never has never met that person. But each morning, while he kneads the bread in the dark, he thinks about that life that he knows only through a few notes.